storm breaks : part one : forces collide

Beyonf the nova empires sourthen border the air on Gradiom Plains felt charged with an anticipatory energy, as if nature itself held its breath, awaiting the impending collision of titanic forces. A sprawling expanse of grassland stretched endlessly beneath a canopy of bruised skies. This would be the theater of war—the place where destinies would intertwine and blood would feed the thirst of the earth.

On one side, the Southern Federation assembled its might. Thousands of soldiers adorned in the striking black and gold of their banners formed a solid line that rippled with nervous energy. At the forefront stood Sir Jonathan, Xander Strong's trusted vice commander, a Mystic Knight whose dark armor gleamed ominously beneath the brooding clouds.